Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 122 Qingxue, Dad loves you.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning and the weather was still gloomy.

Kiyoaki Matsueda and Rinko Tokugawa were drinking tea and eating roasted oranges while discussing work matters.

There was a fire burning in the fire pit, the room was warm, and it wasn't too cold with the windows open.

When you feel tired, you can turn around and take a look at the snow scenery in the yard. There is also beautiful Qingxue preparing food, and the atmosphere is quite elegant.

Songzhi Qingxue prepared all the ingredients and knelt beside Songzhi Qingxian.

A wooden barrel filled with rice was placed on the ground, and pickled plums, seaweed, shrimps, caviar, bacon, ham slices, etc. were arranged on the table in order.

Kiyoaki Matsueda and Rinko were talking about the production committee, and Kiyoyuki Matsueda made many different flavors of sushi using these ingredients.

A large plate full of sushi was placed in front of the two of them, and sushi vinegar and soy sauce were carefully placed on a plate for them to use as dipping sauces.

After making breakfast for the man, the charming woman leaned her willow-like waist and used a wooden spoon to scoop water from the washbasin to wash her fingers.

After washing the grease off your hands, use your little finger to lift up the scattered hair.

The falling snow outside the window set off her rosy cheeks.

This is an indescribable beauty of style.

When Kiyokanagi Matsueda was talking to Rinko, he would occasionally look at Kiyoyuki.

A woman who concentrates on preparing food for a man does have a gentle and beautiful demeanor.

Especially since she was wearing a bright kimono, the fabric on her shoulders seemed to be about to slip off, revealing a little bit of her shoulders.

The atmosphere of fun and teasing is at its maximum.

"I have visited several investors, but the feedback I have received has not been very good. The production committee for the first two projects cannot be established. However, I believe that as long as the first two films have good reputations, investors will line up to give us money later..."

When talking about the difficulties in attracting investment, Tokugawa Rinko looked a little unhappy.

After hearing this, Kiyoaki Matsueda fell into deep thought.

The production committee system is not a legal concept, but a business system unique to the Japanese content industry.

When many Japanese film and television animations are broadcast, the words "XX Production Committee" will appear in the center of the subtitles to highlight its presence as much as possible.

To put it simply, the "production committee" can actually be seen as a committee composed of the investors of the work, which distributes the box office profits according to their respective investment ratios.

Generally speaking, when shooting a movie, one first raises investment and sets up a "production committee" before starting filming and production.

Investors who are keen on investing in film and television are usually film companies, distribution companies, TV stations, publishing houses, media companies, etc.

The participation of these companies not only helps to spread the risk, but more importantly, provides cheap publicity and promotion channels, which can save a lot of publicity and promotion expenses.

The existence of a production committee can be both good and bad.

The advantage is that by sharing responsibilities, the risk of loss for the producer can be reduced.

The downside is that the more members there are on the "production committee", the less profit the producers can get.

For other film companies, the production committee system has both advantages and disadvantages, but for Kiyoaki Matsueda, who holds various top IPs, the existence of the production committee is meaningless - he doesn't want irrelevant people to share the money.

"Let's not consider the production committee for now. We won't need it in the future." Matsueda Kiyoaki ate the sushi made by Kiyoyuki himself and looked at Rinko with a confident look: "Because everything we produce will be top quality!"

"..."

Both women stared at him.

Although his words were obviously very arrogant, they didn't think there was anything wrong with them at all. He just had the capital to be arrogant.

"When did you become like this..." Tokugawa Rinko murmured softly, biting the freshly made sushi with her small teeth. The color of the seaweed was moistened by saliva and became thicker. Soon it melted as the tip of the tongue touched it.

"Maybe, it's because he lost his memory. He was such an introverted person in high school... By the way, I still have his high school photos here..." As he said that, Matsueda Kiyoyuki took out his mobile phone and flipped through the photo album.

Tokugawa Rinko came over and they both stared at the screen together.

"When he was in high school, Qing was so immature..." Rinko exclaimed.

Songzhi Qingxue enlarged the photo and looked at the man's eyebrows and eyes: "It's strange, why didn't I think he was handsome at the time? Now looking back, I find that he has the smell of a sickly nobleman."

"He is indeed a sickly nobleman." Tokugawa Rinko agreed in a low voice.

"Take a look." Songzhi Qingxue handed over the phone.

Matsueda Kiyoaki was not very interested in this at first, but when Matsueda Kiyoyuki put it in front of him, he just glanced at it casually.

The photo shows a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a school uniform, with a forest-like bush in the background.

The face was very handsome and delicate, with thin, streamlined eyebrows, deep pupils, and thin lips that looked a little cold.

His whole face contained the sadness unique to a sensitive young man, and was as beautiful as a thin layer of ice in early winter. However, this beauty also contained an element of instability like the thin ice.

Beautiful and delicate, yet fragile at the slightest touch, it exudes an indescribable fragility and cruelty.

Just one look at him and Kiyoaki Matsueda's mind immediately recalled Kiyoaki Matsueda in "Spring Snow" - the most beautiful, delicate and sensitive male protagonist in modern Japanese literature.

"How is it?" Songzhi Qingxue asked with a smile.

"It's okay, but not as handsome as I am now." Kiyoaki Matsueda said honestly.

"That's not the case. After all, they are two different styles." Matsueda Kiyoyuki said with great joy.

Songzhi Qingxian asked her directly: "What do you think of your previous life?"

"Of course not!" Songzhi Qingxue shook his head decisively, his eyes serious: "The previous Qingxian was indeed delicate and beautiful, but only suitable for being placed in a vase for appreciation. The current Qingxian is confident and calm, a handsome man with real manly charm."

"And she is still so elegant now," Tokugawa Rinko added.

"You guys are sensible." Kiyaki Matsueda was satisfied with their answer and took a bite of sushi happily.

Qingxue and Rinko huddled together, talking in low voices while looking at their phone screens, occasionally letting out a chuckle.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was beside them, and when he turned his head to look over, it was just like when he turned his head to look at the two girls at the next table when he was in school.

Qingxue was wearing a red kimono with her hair casually tied behind her head and pinned with a hairpin.

Rinko was wearing a blue kimono with her hair hanging down her back.

Both of them have fair skin, and their profiles illuminated by the firelight look beautiful and confident.

Kiyoaki Matsueda silently watched their every move, the beauty of the gorgeous kimonos they wore, the soft lines of the young women's bodies, and was intoxicated by a kind of infinite elegance and interest.

If I were still in school now, it would be great to have female classmates like them...

Suddenly, Songzhi Qingxue turned around and looked at him: "Honey, what's wrong?"

Oh, my female classmates even called me dear...

It’s so terrible!
"No, this hairstyle is a bit old-fashioned." Kiyoaki Matsueda said thoughtfully.

Songzhi Qingxue blinked in confusion: "What?"

"This should make you look more youthful." Matsueda Kiyoaki said, reaching out to pull out the hairpin behind Matsueda Kiyoyuki's head.

The gorgeous long black hair, like a waterfall, suddenly fell down, smooth to the end.

"Hey, why did you mess up my hair..." Songzhi Qingxue glared at him and reached out to grab the hairpin, "Give it back to me quickly..."

Even this interaction seems to be the interaction between male and female students...

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt the joy of youth for the first time in a long time. He dodged left and right with her hairpin in his hand and refused to return it to her.

Songzhi Qingxue tried to get the hairpin back for a long time but failed. She was so hot that she was sweating. She glared at him angrily and said, "I won't talk to you anymore." Then she found a hairband and tied a ponytail. When her hair stood up, her fair neck was exposed, and there was a thin layer of sweat.

That look and tone really made her sound like a female classmate who was bullied...

Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help swallowing and actually felt a little moved.

Damn it!

Don't be tempted by this woman!
With his current rank, he can only beat up straightforward and foolish people like Masako.

Even though he was not moved by a beauty like Qingxue, he was able to control himself and deal with her on equal terms.

If you fall in love with her, you will definitely lose miserably.

But in other words, if she fell in love first, would she also lose without a single drop of blood?

Kiyoaki Matsueda was thinking about a lot of things in his mind, and his eyes looked a little silly for a moment.

Tokugawa Rinko noticed this scene and frowned slightly.

...The Snow Girl was a little unhappy.

Later, Matsueda Kiyoyuki also noticed Rinko's unhappiness, and with a cunning turn of her eyes, she decided to have some fun with this best friend who seemed to have unhealthy thoughts about Matsueda Kiyoaki.

"Hey, Rinko..."

"what?"

"I have an idea..." Songeda Qingxue leaned over.

The two women suddenly started plotting something right under his nose. Matsueda Kiyoaki, who was sitting on the side, always felt that they wanted to work together to deal with him.

I don’t know what Matsueda Kiyoyuki said, but Rinko’s face seemed to turn a little red, and she looked back at him.

Matsueda Kiyaki: "...?"

After a moment, the two women turned around and sat face to face with him.

"Just now, I used a little provocation to get Rinko to decide to compete with me." Under the puzzled gaze of Matsueda Kiyoaki, Matsueda Kiyoyuki smiled sweetly, like a harmless little fox. "We decided to call you with the voices we think are the cutest, and you will be the judge to choose the cuter one. Whoever loses will treat me to dinner tonight."

"…What the hell?" Kiyaki Matsueda had never heard of this kind of game.

"This is a female competition, don't worry about it, just enjoy it!" Songzhi Qingxue said without any hesitation.

Tokugawa Rinko's eyes went dark, and she sighed deeply: "Why did I agree to such a weird competition with you..."

"Don't make trouble with her." Kiyokatsu Matsueda said to her.

"I, I want to compete!" said Tokugawa Rinko, her profile showing the stubborn nature unique to women, which showed that she was unwilling to compromise.

There was no way to persuade him, so Kiyoaki Matsueda could only give up.

"Let's start, Rinko, you go first." Matsueda Kiyoyuki urged.

Tokugawa Rinko took a deep breath and her face slowly turned red.

The soft cherry mouth slowly opened, revealing the bright and white teeth between the two thin lips.

"Meow--"

It's a young girl cat who has just been weaned!
All of a sudden, Matsueda Kiyoaki felt like his ears were pregnant.

"So cute!" he praised.

Songzhi Qingxue held up her mobile phone to take pictures, looking intoxicated: "Ah, I'm in love!"

"Stop taking pictures!" Tokugawa Rinko bit her lower lip.

"Hey, Rinko is blushing! Oh my God, the snow girl is blushing, who would believe it if I told others..." Matsueda Kiyoyuki smiled happily.

"Qingxue, this is not funny!" Tokugawa Rinko tried her best to look expressionless, but her originally snow-white face had turned redder than a ripe persimmon.

"What are you going to call?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at Qingxue with anticipation on his face.

Tokugawa Rinko also looked over: "Hurry up!"

She also took out her cell phone, ready to record the scene so she could laugh at it later.

Facing the gazes of the two people, Songzhi Qingxue stood upright, turned half of her body slightly towards Songzhi Qingxian, with a slight smile on her lips.

A few strands of hair were gently brushed on her fair face, a fiery smile flashed in the corners of her slender eyes, her moist and warm little mouth was opened beside his ear, and the words she uttered were calm, but contained a stirring interest.

"Qingxian papa..."

"...?"

In an instant, Tokugawa Rinko's pupils trembled.

Songzhi Qingxian shivered all over. Songzhi Qingxue's breath made his ears warm and moist. He was about to melt in this teasing, enchanting and numb feeling.

"So, whose voice is cuter?" Songzhi Qingxue raised her eyebrows.

Tokugawa Rinko looked at Matsueda Kiyoaki and frowned slightly: "You are not so perverted that you think she is cuter like this?"

Facing the fatal questions from the two women, Songzhi Qingxian felt a chill on his back. He stood up slowly, looked at the falling snow outside the window, and said pretentiously: "Why do we have to rank them? Look at this world. When the rain stops at night, the cuckoo cries to the moon. When the rain falls, the autumn leaves drift. The petals fall in the wind, and the sound of the bell fades away. When the day ends and the road is exhausted, the mountain road is covered with snow... All the things in this world that are helpless, hopeless, and lamentable like spring dreams can make me close to them and make me miss them..."

"If you don't tell me, I'll go back and complain to my mother!"

"...Qingxue, I love you more." "..."

"Rinko, listen to my explanation."

"Rinko, don't listen to his explanation. This is our relationship."

"…Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?" Rinko was completely stunned.

"Look what you have done to the child." Songzhi Qingxian looked at Songzhi Qingxue reproachfully.

Songzhi Qingxue snorted, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly: "My mother and I will always stand on the same side."

"I don't want to bother with you. I'm getting ready to go out." Matsueda Kiyoaki stood up.

"Where are you going?" asked Songzhi Qingxue.

"Go to Ginza and find the bar owner, Arun."

"Personal or official?"

"Private matter."

"Take the lovely Qingxue with you."

"…official business."

"Go early and come back early." Songzhi Qingxue smiled slightly.

The change in her expression between the question and the answer perfectly revealed the image of a queen who cared a lot about Matsueda Kiyoaki, but was virtuous and generous, and knew the importance of things when faced with difficulties. Tokugawa Rinko was stunned and felt deeply ashamed of herself.

...Only Aunt Ying can fight against this evil woman.

Kiyoaki Matsueda took out his cell phone and called Arun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

When Arun received his call, she was surprised for a while, then excitedly said that she was on her way back to Tokyo from Kyoto and would not be back until four in the afternoon, so she asked him to come to her house at half past four, no, five o'clock.

"I need to clean up a little before I can let you in."

"Well, it's settled then. See you at five."

Songzhi Qingxian put down his phone and looked at Songzhi Qingxue who was eavesdropping with his ears perked up: "I'll go over again at four o'clock in the afternoon. Is there anything you can help me with? If not, I'll go home."

"It's okay to be busy, but if you are free, please accompany me to a class reunion at noon."

"That's so boring."

"Just go meet up and take a look around."

"Ok."

There was still some time before noon, so Kiyoaki Matsueda sat back down and discussed something with Rinko Tokugawa.

Kiyoyuki Matsueda was listening in, and the occasional suggestions she gave made it possible to see her amazing business talent.

It was not until half past eleven in the morning that the three of them left the room.

Tokugawa Rinko returned to Shinchosha for lunch, and the couple went to the meeting place in Ginza.

After the New Year holiday, he often accompanied Songeda Qingxue to go out and visit the homes of people who needed to be visited.

The two businesses that Matsueda Kiyoyuki is running are slowly growing apart, and this is the time when he needs to build relationships everywhere.

She also believed that it would be more beneficial to have a literary giant by her side when she visited, so she was never embarrassed to use Mishima's fame.

Of course, she also wanted to use this opportunity to see if he had any talent in business.

As a result, after so many days, she discovered another side of Kiyoaki Matsueda... At least when it comes to being a decoration, he is invincible.

When Matsueda Kiyaki was visiting with Matsueda Kiyosei, they spent most of their time drinking tea, smiling and daydreaming. If someone spoke to him, he would act nonchalant and utter "hmm, oh, um" three syllables back and forth, showing the style of a literary giant who was frugal with words.

Some people admired his talent and discussed literature with him.

He has a rich reserve of literary knowledge and a photographic memory, and can discuss literature in any field with ease.

After chatting with him, those people turned around and praised Matsueda Kiyoyuki, saying that "he might become the first literary giant of the new century."

After going out, Matsueda Kiyosetsu would smile and tell Matsueda Kiyoaki what others said about him, and then talk to him about what he gained from the visit.

If there is no gain, he will bite his lower lip and angrily curse, "old fox", "this guy is too stingy" and so on.

Thanks to the revival of Blue Matsu Ryotei, Kiyoyuki Matsueda gradually became famous in the Tokyo catering industry.

After meeting her, everyone couldn't help but sigh that this woman was indeed amazing, and some even said that she would be even more amazing if she were a man.

In Japan, the idea of ​​male superiority and female inferiority is very serious.

As a girl, it is somewhat inconvenient for Songzhi Qingxue to work in the business world.

But she managed to make up for the defects of being a girl with her own abilities. No matter others said she was shrewd or profit-driven, it did not prevent her from supporting a declining aristocratic family in just one year.

What does the opinion of others matter?

A woman like her is one who will leave her own mark in history...

The gathering place is in Ginza, which is bustling and lively.

It was snowing lightly, and there were many fashionable girls wearing gorgeous dresses and shawls, or noble ladies wearing elegant and dignified kimonos on the street.

Kiyoyuki Matsueda wore a snow-white mink coat over her kimono.

The fluffy neckline sets off her pretty cheeks, making her face look a little smaller, regaining some of her girlish innocence, while still retaining the independent aura that has been cultivated over the years.

Most of the people who came to the party were girls.

Kiyoaki Matsueda sat in a corner of the Japanese garden, eating boredly.

Songzhi Qingxue was talking with a group of young and beautiful women, and naturally became the center of the crowd.

Kiyoaki Matsueda is a world-famous writer. What the sisters discuss most when they get together is, of course, the private matters that only they know.

"How is it? I didn't think highly of you guys at the time, but I didn't expect Mishima to become so powerful later..." A woman in red clothes said with emotion, "Tell us quickly, is he a good person or not?"

"It's OK. He's good in every aspect, his personality, character, and abilities are all good..."

"Who's asking these questions?"

"Yeah, how's your love life?"

"Are you so hungry?" Songzhi Qingxue glared at them unhappily.

The group of women immediately started laughing, and all the beautiful girls in the yard gathered around her, chattering about something.

"We just care about you."

"That's right. Seeing that Mishima is tall and handsome, it's inevitable that I would be curious..."

"Hey, Qingxue, tell me..."

"...It's perfect in every way! Is that okay?" Songzhi Qingxue gave these hungry women a cold look, "And the quantity is huge!"

"Oh~"

The women laughed and asked some strange questions.

Amid laughter, snowflakes slowly fell, and the hot air from the women's mouths melted in the white dance of snow.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked around the room bored.

The sky was gloomy at this time, and the fallen leaves on the treetops were blown to the ground by the wind and snow. It felt like I was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Matsueda Kiyoyuki didn't know how many postures she had arranged for him before the obscene topic ended and they started talking about serious topics instead.

"I heard that the Ishihara family announced at noon that all the people who participated in the film and television adaptations of "Dancing Girl" and "The Wave" will no longer be allowed to participate in the Ishihara family's projects in the future."

"This is very fatal. Many people in the industry don't dare to have anything to do with you..."

"The cinema chain has also been put under pressure..."

"Why won't he just give in?"

The entire courtyard was covered in snowflakes, and it was all white. Amid the chattering of women, the brightest and most generous one laughed, her tone slightly raised:

"I'm not interested in hearing about the difficulties he faces. You don't need to tell me about these. What I'm interested in is how you can help him... Dear, come here!"

Songeda Qingxian, who was in a daze, came over when he heard this.

"This is Toei's daughter, Nobuko Matsumura!"

The first female classmate introduced was quite important, and Songzhi Qingxian nodded: "Hello, please give me your guidance."

"This is the granddaughter of the president of TBS (Tokyo Broadcasting System)."

"And this, the president of Yahoo is her uncle..."

As expected of a talented student at the University of Tokyo, he not only has a good family background, but is also good-looking and intelligent.

Kiyoaki Matsueda greeted them one by one and exchanged business cards, and they also behaved very enthusiastically.

They definitely won't help when needed.

But it's a good thing that they can add icing on the cake.

After putting away all the business cards, Matsueda Kiyoaki took a deep breath of the cool air, thinking that Matsueda Kiyoaki would not normally use these relationships himself, but now she was helping him to make connections. It seemed that she really treated him as a family member... right?

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Around 3:00 p.m., Arun, his sister, and his father returned to Tokyo.

Tsukimi-ya is a large dojo located near Hibiya Park and very close to Ginza.

In the dojo, there are many bald men in training clothes competing in kendo, boxing, taekwondo, etc.

The entire dojo was in a mess, filled with the smell of men's sweat, and the ground was covered with all kinds of dirty clothes and practice props.

As soon as Arun saw the chaotic scene, his eyes went dark.

...It would be terrible if Qing saw this.

"Clean up this place as quickly as possible and wash yourselves!"

"what?"

All the big men looked at the young lady in bewilderment.

"Then, sit here and read books!"

"...?"

There were more than thirty bald men, all with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Listen, whoever embarrasses me, I will make him lose limbs!" Arun roared in the front, with full internal strength.

With the prestige gained from his fists, all these tall, bald men became obedient children. They were busy cleaning the floor, lining up to take a shower, and quickly calling for someone to send books over...

"Arun, let them read books?" Yue Jianxiong touched his head, feeling a little magical. "Are you dizzy from the ride?"

Arun looked at his old father and shook his fist: "Would you like to spar with me?"

Yue Jianxiong's eyes twitched, and he quickly covered his forehead: "Ah, I feel dizzy, I am carsick..."

Before he could finish his words, he turned around and ran away.

Yue Jianxue watched this scene speechlessly, sitting next to the tea table with her phone in hand, looking at a trending search that appeared in the afternoon: "Sister, that Mishima seems to have a new work."

"Really?" Arun's eyes lit up and he quickly sat over.

"Well, I saw someone on the Internet saying that he was invited to a cultural exchange meeting, but was made difficult by a few people..."

"Why did those people make things difficult for him?"

Arun's heart suddenly tightened.

"It seems that he said he had a conflict with Chi Ze, and Chi Ze wanted to snipe him when he released his new book, so he took the initiative... In front of everyone watching, he directly picked up the brush and wrote more than 3,000 words in one breath... It is said that everyone present was dumbfounded, and those who made things difficult for him didn't dare to say a word..."

My sister held her cell phone and described in vivid detail what had happened that morning based on bits of information she had seen on the Internet.

Arun looked at the screen of his mobile phone. Someone on Twitter had sorted out all the content. His mind outlined the scene when he was writing these things. No matter how others ridiculed and made things difficult for him, his face remained calm.

Listening to his sister's exaggerated narration and looking at the beautiful words, Arun had strong thoughts in his mind.

...If only I had been by his side at that time.

(End of this chapter)